They're not spies if they're useless. [ Look, he's just saying. He sighs. The whole thing keeps giving him a headache. ] I can't wait for one of their soldiers to knock on my door and interrogate me about it.

[ Or he could, but he doubts that'd be pleasant. It'll be unpleasant either way. He's fairly certain word must've come around, or it will eventually, that something happened to him and that something involves Thorne's interest in the Free Cities. Secondary matter or not, he's not interested in sitting around until someone comes to arrest him or investigate him or press him on why he would have kept silent on the situation.

He's already nosed enough around their outpost as it is. (How does he always end up here?)

He looks over. ] No. Someone situated within their court. I didn't get a name.